[Ace whines when that hint of smoke tightens, and he's not sure if it's in protest or not because everything is wild and twisted up right now, his mind and body are in chaos, and he's pretty sure he's just along for the ride. He wants so much, he's been saying so much, but in the end there's just relief when Smoker says he can use his devil's fruit powers. He clings to him, lets his fingers turn partially into flames, and he drags the digits possessively over Smoker's shoulders. It's also something comforting to him, a balancing feeling to all that chaos, and gods he feels good. This is far different than he'd expected, sex was supposed to be fun but not this emotional, not this intense, not something that makes Ace feel weak and broken and powerful and raised up all at once.
And he thinks, absently, that he wouldn't want this with anyone else. Only Smoker could make him feel this way. And once the grip is loosened, Ace makes a ragged, wrecked noise that's close to a scream and jerks up into Smoker's hand hard and spills over. He breaks away from the kisses, head tilted back, riding out the most intense orgasm he's ever had in his life. And he tightens around Smoker's cock, and his fingers claw harder and deeper, as if he can keep his sanity through this if he just holds tight enough and presses enough flames through. Because this feels like madness, in the best sort of way. And all he can do is hold on after that.
Smoker finally succeeded at shutting him up, for a few minutes at least.]
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And he thinks, absently, that he wouldn't want this with anyone else. Only Smoker could make him feel this way. And once the grip is loosened, Ace makes a ragged, wrecked noise that's close to a scream and jerks up into Smoker's hand hard and spills over. He breaks away from the kisses, head tilted back, riding out the most intense orgasm he's ever had in his life. And he tightens around Smoker's cock, and his fingers claw harder and deeper, as if he can keep his sanity through this if he just holds tight enough and presses enough flames through. Because this feels like madness, in the best sort of way. And all he can do is hold on after that.
Smoker finally succeeded at shutting him up, for a few minutes at least.]